I was walking towards him when one of his bags split and medicine bottles spilled out. He seemed unaware of it, so without breaking my stride, I told him his stuff had fallen. He bent down to pick them up, I walked on. One of his bottles had rolled ahead, son I picked it up and gave it to him.
"Thank you", he said, looking me in the eye. He held contact much longer than it took him to utter those two words.
The whole encounter took less than a minute. But the warm glow remained with me for hours.
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.